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A/N::: Thank you all for reviewing! Thanks for not spoiling things by guessing! THE PREGNANT CHARACTERS ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!
Wolfram stopped at the door to his room, seeing Yuuri sitting on the floor, after a moment and Yuuri still hadn't lifted his head. The blonde shut the door, walking over to the young king, kneeling down to be eye-level with the teen.
"Yuuri. Why are you out of bed?"
Yuuri's ears perked slightly at the sound of Wolfram's voice. Turning his head, Yuuri looked at the blonde from the corner of his eye.
His body heated almost instantly and he swallowed, forcing the feeling away the best he could. His best didn't seem good enough.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram was becoming concerned. Yuuri always answered.
"M'fine." Yuuri mumbled, eyes clamped shut. Tilting his head, Wolfram examined Yuuri, reaching a hand out to the double blacks forehead, Yuuri winced away.
Wolfram shook his head and took a calming breath.
How could Yuuri piss him off so easily?
He knew Yuuri could, he just didn't know how the king did it so easily.
Standing, Wolfram pulled Yuuri to his feet. Yuuri stood, hands clenched tightly around Wolfram's sleeves, Yuuri was shaking, but he stood. He kept his head ducted, half turned away from the blonde.
Wolfram has gotten taller than me again…
The blonde wasn't that tall, but Yuuri was a few inches shorter. Yuuri moved away from Wolfram as the blonde reached to pull him closer. Wolfram crossed his arms and hissed almost silently to himself.
Yuuri stood with his back pressed to the wall as he avoided eye contact with his blonde lover.
"Yuuri."
Said boy looked at Wolfram, just the sharp tone in his voice had Yuuri worried...and obedient.
"You have been avoiding me at every turn this past week, and to be honest, you are not helping yourself doing so."
Yuuri misunderstood.
Black eyes wide. Wolfram was fed up with him. So he is tired of me…
Turning his eyes to the floor, Yuuri struggled to breath.
Must you panic yourself?
Stay out of this Blood!
Yuuri didn't need the bastard for comfort or help.
"What happened to him?"
"He could have been too stressed."
The voices were fuzzy and slurred, as if hearing them from under water.
"Stressed mentally and physically, he just needs rest." Gisela spoke softly, the sound of medical tools being lifted and placed in a bag had Murata shifting slightly, trying to hold onto sleep.
"I trust he will be in good hands here, Ulrike?"
The young-looking, purple eyed girl nodded. "Of course Gisela-San." They bowed to each other just as Murata forced himself to sit up.
"My head hurts…" He mumbled, dark brown eyes slit open.
Ulrike nodded, handing him water.
"You need to stay in bed Great Sage." The soft spoken girl instructed. "You are exhausted, Gisela-San says you must stay in bed for a few days."
"Why?" Murata didn't understand.
"She has taken some tests and the results should be back by tomorrow, so, until she understands why you are so weak, you must remain rested."
Murata finished the full glass of water, which was taken away by the young mage, who refilled it and set it next to the bed on the nightstand.
"I'd like to see Shibuya…check on how he is handling his pregnancy." Murata said, his head feeling a bit better as he moved to place his feet on the floor.
Ulrike stopped him, placing her hands to his shoulder. "You must stay in bed." Ulrike repeated, her deep violet eyes serious.
"And I will. Later." With that, Murata got to his feet, dressed in his school uniform, and was out the door.
Yuuri watched his lover from across the table, which was piled with wedding details. They had ended their staring contest in their room, both deciding they were not getting anywhere.
Wolfram wasn't staring at Yuuri, but glanced at him from time to time.
He felt bad. He had hurt Yuuri, he knew that much, but he didn't know how. All he did know was that Yuuri had been avoiding him, sexually and otherwise.
The blonde prince picked up the list and read over a few details, tilting his head, emerald eyes lifting to look at his King. "Yuuri." The double black snapped from his daze to listen to his lover.
"Come here."
Black eyes widened, then blinked and Yuuri stood after a moment. Walking around the table, comforter still around his body, over to Wolfram.
"Yes?"
Without a word, Wolfram grasped Yuuri's wrist firmly, pulling him onto his lap, Yuuri's back to the arm of the chair. Yuuri shook visibly, but not from fear, from being away from the blonde male's touch for about a week.
Laying his head on Wolfram's shoulder, Yuuri let his hands slip from the blanket around him, lifting his arms to wrap around Wolfram's waist.
Still shaking, Yuuri buried his eyes into the crook of Wolfram's neck. "I love you, Wolfram."
After a moment of silence, Yuuri debated as to weather or not the blonde was tired of him.
"Don't be stupid, Wimp."
Black eyes opened.
"Had I said that out loud?" Yuuri murmured, more to himself than to Wolfram.
"I am not tired of you, Wimp, I love you too." Wolfram whispered into Yuuri's ear, who shivered slightly.
Yuuri smiled, though Wolfram couldn't see it. "I thought you were…"
Wolfram snorted at the idea, a smile on his lips, as he looked over the list. "So that is why you've been avoiding my touch, and me, all week."
The king just nodded.
"What do you think of this dessert?" Yuuri lifted his head, turning it slightly to let his mouth open.
Good way to change the subject...
The small square shaped biscuit was light, fluffy and tasted of whipped blueberry foam stuff and lemon goo.
"I like it. Not a favorite, but its good."
"Aw. Better than me?" Wolfram smiled, purring the final word. Laughing at Yuuri's blush and narrowed eyes.
"Pervert."
Wolfram's hand found Yuuri's hair, pulling him forward, soft pink lips melding together, the young teen was caught off guard, but he kissed back without hesitation, his hands finding the blonde's hair.
"Only to you, Wimp." Wolfram murmured against Yuuri's lips after a moment, ending the sweet, yet heated, kiss.
Murata opened the door and stepped inside, smiling at Wolfram when the blonde acknowledged him.
"Are you not supposed to be resting?" Wolfram asked, not truly caring one way or the other as he wrote something down.
Murata's smile almost slipped, almost. The news traveled across the castle and temple fast. "I feel fine. How is Shibuya?"
"Yuuri's fine." Wolfram answered, his voice neutral. The wimp was on his lap sleeping, peacefully.
The young sage sat down in an empty chair across from the couple. Laying his head down on an unoccupied area of the wooden table.
"You should go back to bed." Yuuri muttered as he woke himself up. Lifting his head from Wolfram's shoulder.
"I'm fine." Murata muttered, not moving an inch.
Yuuri looked at Wolfram, who shrugged indifferently at the subject. Yuuri glared and crossed his arms over his chest but that changed nothing.
"I'm sure Shinou is worried, go bug him." Wolfram suggested, heartlessly really, even though his voice was apathetic.
Yuuri gaped silently at his lover, balling his hand into a fist and hitting the blonde's shoulder. "Dude!" the double black king hissed.
Wolfram lifted an eyebrow at the word, a smile on his lips though.
"Its fine." Murata chirped. He grew serious after a moment. "But," he tilted his head. "Who's Shinou?"
A/N::: This is a good place to end the chapter right? :D
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